Rage Of The Hamptons

One of New York's glitterati is charged with mowing down a crowd. So why all the happy faces?

On lazy summer Sundays, publicist Lizzie Grubman and her entertainment-lawyer father Allen would run a father-daughter errand down the road from their Easthampton home to the local Hess market in Wainscott to pick up the newspaper. (This being the Hamptons, summer playground for Manhattan's elite, the Hess station looks more like a Starbucks, but the gas pumps give it away.) The Grubmans were always pleasant on these weekend jaunts, insists a Hess employee, who asked to remain anonymous. But each time they came, he notes, they would park their car (sometimes a Jaguar, sometimes an SUV) in the same spot, right...

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